Melanie

Mike nodded and patted her knee gently.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Some guys are just stupid; they never appreciate what they have."

She grimaced and looked at the floor once again. Mike continued to watch TV, knowing she did not want him to see her emotional state. After some time she looked at him as he watched the game.

"Thanks," she said, her eyes welling slightly and her bottom lip trembling.

Mike smiled at her briefly and turned back to the game. He patted her knee again and then let his hand rest there. After a brief pause he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. She rested her head against his shoulder gratefully and sighed.

"Jennie was right," she said as another tear fell from her eyes. "You're a good guy."

Mike chuckled and continued watching the game.

"Is that what she said," he said quietly. "It's all lies!"

Melanie giggled in spite of herself and Mike patted her shoulder. She turned her head, looking like she wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to do it.

"Yes?" Mike said as she stared.

"Is it true what you did with Jennie and Cathy last week?" She asked with a guilty look on her face.

Mike's belly tightened up and he felt cold sweat on his forehead. He released her and leaned away from her as he turned. With an effort he controlled his breathing and didn't say anything until he was certain his voice wouldn't betray him.

"And just what is it I'm supposed to have done with Jennie and Cathy?" he said with a calmness he didn't feel.

Melanie blushed and looked down for a second and then back up. Mike saw what he thought was hopefulness in her eyes.

"They said you," she started to say and then faltered." That said that you were... really nice to them."

Mike breath hissed through his nose and his eyes opened slightly wider.

"What does that mean?" he asked her, his voice a little tighter than it had been.

"I'm sorry," she whined. "I know they shouldn't have told me what you did together. They only told me about it because they said it was so incredible!"

Mike blinked and panic began to set in. He started to wonder what the consequences of his sexual adventures with the two girls might be. They were both eighteen and Jennie wasn't really his daughter, but still his reputation in the neighborhood might suffer if people knew he had seduced two young girls after getting them high.

Seeing the look of panic in his eyes, Melanie put her own hand on his and leaned forward conspiratorially.

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone." She said. "I was just hoping..."

Mike's eyes went wide as the words were leaving her lips making Melanie stop in mid-sentence. She closed her mouth and her face fell. The tears began to flow and she began to cry in earnest now. She fell against Mike sobbing and curled her legs up under her so she was on her knees. She leaned her head against his shoulder and then straightened herself up as she sought to gain control of herself.

"I'm sorry." She said. "I should never have asked for that."

Mike, taken completely aback only swallowed in response and continued to look at her.

"They said you gave it to them because they asked you to," she said as the words rushed out of her, "and you were being nice to them and everything and you just did it with them because they wanted it so badly and..."

Mike began fell into the back of the couch and put his hand to his forehead, pinching his nose and groaning softly. Melanie saw his reaction and stopped talking, watching him with fearful eyes.

Mike looked up and met her gaze squarely.

"Look Melanie," he said quietly. "We never should have done any of those things. I'm kind of surprised and more than a little disappointed they said anything to anyone about it; even you. But they never should have told anyone. What we did together was... private."

Melanie nodded a bit and then looked down again,

"They said you even taught them how." She said softly. "You know, how to do it right."

Mike's brow creased as he thought.

"Oh I don't know about that," he said. "They seemed pretty experienced to me. Mind you Cathy did have to show Jennie a couple of things but Cathy seemed to know more about, well, you know."

"I don't want to hear her name." she said bitterly. "She's the one that Jeremy slept with and I'm still mad at her."

"Well," Mike said, "like I said, she did seem to be more experienced than Jennie. Guys like it when girls are..."

"Easy" Melanie snapped.

Mike frowned and then nodded.

"Yeah," he said, "I guess you could say it that way. But she was more experienced than Jennie when we did it."

"What does smoking pot have to do with her fucking my boyfriend?" she asked bitterly.

Mike's eyes went wide and understanding suddenly flooded into him. He began to replay their conversation in his head and realized that they had been talking about two different things. He sat back again trying to get this conversation back under control. Now that he knew his reputation was secure, he could calm down and try to figure out where this was going.

"So what were you trying to ask me then?" he said to her.

She frowned and looked momentarily confused.

"I was hoping you could," she said, faltering again as she tried to get the words out. "I wanted to get high and none of my friends are around. They all have dates or plans or whatever. Then I remembered Cathy telling me what the three of you did last week and I was hoping you could get me high too."

Mike rolled his eyes in exasperation and then shook his head sadly.

"I had a feeling something like this would happen." He said almost to himself. "I was afraid Jennie and her friends would start to think of this place as some sort of flop-house, where everyone sits around getting high all the time."

He looked at the floor and then sighed as he looked back up at Melanie.

"How old are you anyway?" he asked her.

"Twenty," she said with a pout. "I'm twenty years old and all my friends are younger but I'm the one who never has a date and they're getting all the action."

Mike put his hands on the sides of her shoulders and forced her to meet his eyes.

"Look," he said. "The last thing you need right now is to get high. Someone cheated on you and that hurts; trust me I know because it's happened to me too. So I'm not going to smoke any pot with you. Besides, I don't have any in the house anyway. But I will sit with you and have some wine and talk with you. Talking is what you need. The wine just helps to get the lips moving."

Melanie smiled weakly and nodded. Mike went to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of red wine and some glasses. He returned to the living room and laid them out on the table.

"Have you ever had red wine before?" he asked her.

"I'm allowed to have half a glass at Christmas dinner with my parents." She said as she watched him pour.

"Ok," he said, "then you already know what it tastes like. I'll give you one glass and we'll see how it affects you then. Red wine goes down easy but the kick after a couple of glasses can take you by surprise."

Melanie took the glass from Mike's hand and sipped at it cautiously. She didn't know why but it seemed to taste a lot better than the stuff her parents bought; Mike always bought the better stuff while her parents usually bought what was on sale. She took another sip and Mike cautioned her to drink it slowly.

They settled into the couch and Mike talked with her; mostly he let her talk. She told him about how Cathy always seemed to steal away all the guys who were ever interested in her. They all saw her skinny little body and she always flirted with them. She also heard that Cathy was pretty wild sexually and that the guys seemed to be drawn to her like moths to a flame.

Mike silently nodded to himself when she said Cathy was wild. He had slipped his cock into her pussy and she really knew how to milk the cum out of his cock with it. She had also sucked him off and she was pretty good at that too. So he knew what it was the guys were chasing.

Melanie was still talking about her problems and didn't seem to notice that Mike was momentarily daydreaming. His cock had grown in his track pants though and he drew his T-shirt down over his lap to hide it.

As they talked, the hockey game went to overtime. Mike's eyes were drawn to the screen and he put his hand on Melanie's to get her attention.

"No offence but I wanted to see this." He said. "You can watch it with me and I'll give you some more wine."

Melanie, upset that he was going to watch hockey instead of listen to her, brightened at the thought of getting more wine. Her first glass was gone and she had held it to her lips a couple of times, forgetting that it was empty.

Mike poured for them both again. He filled the glasses to the brim without thinking about it and handed the glass to Melanie. She took the glass and smiled as Mike leaned forward to watch the game.

She watched him as he watched the game; his eyes were glued to the screen and he jumped from his seat from time to time, shouting at the screen. Seeing how excited he was she began watching the game too. She had no idea who was playing or even how the game was played but it was fun to watch, especially with Mike reacting so exuberantly beside her. Soon she was on the edge of the couch right beside him, their thighs tightly together and his hand resting lightly on her knee from time to time. During one particularly tense part of the game his hand was on her knee and he was squeezing it tightly. She felt a thrill at his touch and she rested her head against his shoulder. Mike smiled at her and then turned back to the game, his hand on her thigh squeezing her reassuringly.

She held up her empty glass and he nodded absently at the bottle on the table, and then returned his attention to the TV. By the time her third glass was empty she realized she was a little tipsy. She leaned against Mike and he just put his arm around her shoulders. She smiled happily and put her hand on his thigh, squeezing it and marveling at how thick and hard it was. It was then that she started to really notice his body. He was thirty-four years old and was in pretty good shape. She thought his blond hair and green eyes were very attractive and she sighed in contentment as she snuggled against him.

"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?" she asked him. "I don't feel like walking home and I'm a little drunk. It's probably better if I don't have to go anywhere."

Mike looked her up and down and realized then that he had allowed her to drink too much wine. He smiled and told her she could sleep on the couch. He told her to go to Jennie's room to grab something to sleep in and then continued to watch the game. She got up and headed toward Jennie's room and he forgot about her as the game finally ended with an overtime goal.

Mike didn't really have any favorites in the game; he just liked to watch hockey, so he was pleased that the game had been so exciting. He leaned back and watched as they switched to the second game of the evening and sipped his wine.

He had his glass to his lips when Melanie returned wearing one of his button down dress shirts. She had no pants on and her legs were on display all the way up to the tops of her thighs; his cock immediately got hard when he saw her.

"Jennie's clothes wouldn't fit me," she said with a smile, "so I had to take one of your shirts. I hope you don't mind."

Mike swallowed hard and told himself that whoever those guys were that had abandoned this girl for Cathy were out of their minds. Her legs were short but finely formed and the huge shirt she was wearing made them look even more sexy. She had left the top four buttons open and the "V" this created plunged between her breasts to show a well developed cleavage. He couldn't see through the fabric, but by the way her tits jiggled when she moved, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. This shirt was longer in the back and front than it was on the sides; while this covered her bum and her crotch area, the sides of her thighs were uncovered and Mike couldn't see any panties there. He swallowed again and felt his cock twitch as he thought of her naked except for the shirt; his shirt he reminded himself.

'I don't think I'll ever wash that shirt again.' He thought then willed himself to calm down.

"Sure, that's fine." He said out loud.

She walked toward him and sat on the couch, drawing one leg up and under her and Mike found himself trying to catch glimpses of her legs and thighs. His cock twitched again and she smiled at him as he stared.

"Is something wrong?" she asked. "Is this shirt not covering me well enough?"

"I like the way that shirt covers you." He said without thinking.

"Really?" she asked, her eyes gazing into his intensely.

"Oh yeah," he said and swallowed again. "You look... great!"

As he said this a thrill went through Melanie from her head to her toes. Her face flushed, her nipples hardened and she felt her pussy tingle as he stared at her. She could see the lust in his eyes and she knew that he wanted her; she wanted him too. She leaned forward, allowing the oversized shirt to fall open.

"Is the game over?" she said, almost in a whisper.

Mike looked down her top just as Melanie intended him to, and saw the swell of her breasts just inches away. He wanted to pull her shirt open but held himself back.

"Yeah," he said, almost in a trance, "it's over."

She smiled and raised her elbow to the back of the couch to rest her head coyly against her hand.

"Well," she said, "what do we do now?"

Mike reached for her leg with his hand and then stopped himself. He lowered it to his side and looked down, staring at her thighs poking out the bottom of her shirt.

"Are you sure this shirt looks okay on me?" she asked with a giggle. "You seem to be looking at my legs a lot."

"They're nice legs." He said. "I could look at those legs all day."

Melanie giggled again and pulled her other leg up under her so she was kneeling sideways with her knees and calves touching Mike's thigh.

"You like them?" she said, pulling the hem of the shirt back to reveal even more. Mike was sure she wasn't wearing panties now. He hadn't seen her pussy but he hadn't seen any hint of fabric under the shirt even when she pulled it back.

Mike nodded breathlessly and reached out to put his hand on her leg once again. This time he did touch her. Her skin was warm and soft under his touch and he could see the goose pimples spread from where he touched her up and down her leg. She shivered involuntarily and Mike felt a thrill go through him as well.

Melanie leaned forward slowly and Mike found himself leaning forward to meet her. As their lips touched both felt what seemed like an electric shock go through them. Mike, his lips touching Melanie's softly, delicately pushed his tongue against her, worming through her lips to touch the outside of her teeth. Melanie sighed and pushed her tongue out to meet Mike's.

As their tongues danced together, Mike moved his hand slowly up Melanie's thigh, coming to rest in the crevice where her two legs were drawn up under her. He slid his hand between her thighs and touched the tangle of her pubic hair. Pushing downward, his hand found the moist folds of her pussy. As she parted her thighs to allow him better access, the scent of her wafted up between them and both of them inhaled deeply and moaned.

She was so wet Mike's fingers slipped into her easily. It felt as though she were covered with oil she was so slippery. She raised herself slightly with her thighs parted and Mike cupped her mound with his open hand, his palm pressing lightly against her hooded clitoris and his fingers reaching inside her, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two or three in concert.

She groaned and began grinding softly against his hand, her hips rolling seductively as she pressed harder and harder with each movement. She reached downward and placed her hand over Mike's crotch, feeling his cock through his track pants. She squeezed it softly and then reached past the elastic hem and into his pants to touch it skin to skin. She felt the puddle of pre-cum at the head and sighed as she felt the sticky fluid seeping between her fingers. With her other hand she pulled the front of his pants down to expose his cock and balls; she looked at it and smiled eagerly. She touched the puddle of cum with her finger and then brought it to her lips, licking them sensually.

Mike touched his lips to hers and moaned softly, his tongue gently brushing the length of her lips and relishing the taste of his own cum mingling with her saliva. She groaned at the touch of his lips and began stroking his cock slowly, running her hand from the root just above his balls to the mushroom head; she marveled at how much the head had grown since she had first put her hand on it.

Mike put his hands on her shirt and began undoing the buttons one at a time. He locked his gaze on to her chest, her breasts becoming more visible with each opened button. When every button reaching all the way to the bottom was undone, he pushed the shirt open; he had the absurd impression that they were curtains on a stage parting to reveal the actors.

Her tits were round and full, her nipples large; the areolas were over an inch in diameter and the nubs were puckered and hard. Mike knelt forward and took her right nipple between his lips and she shivered, a breathy sigh escaping her lips. Mike nibbled it for a moment and then leaned back.

"We can't do this." He said. "You're so young and you were hurting because you lost your boyfriend. This isn't right."

"I want to!" she said, staring him in the eye.

"But my situation here is so complicated," he said. "Jennie's mom is my girlfriend. We live together."

"Jennie told me about her." She said simply. "She said she doesn't sleep with you anymore; she doesn't want sex with you. I do. Even if it's just this once, I want you so badly!"

"But..." he began and stopped as she put her finger to his lips.

"It's okay." She said with a smile. "I need you. Right now! I want this inside me!" she said, wrapping her hand around his cock once more.

She leaned forward then and took the head of his penis into her mouth, gobbling on it with her lips and tongue. The motions her mouth made on his cock were indescribable. With her hand stroking it slightly, her mouth covered it from the head and down the shaft at least four inches. Her tongue swabbed up and down and from side to side causing sensations of every kind to swirl into Mike's consciousness; now it was his turn for the fireworks to explode behind his eyes.

He groaned and looked down at her in amazement. Whatever those guys who left her for Cathy were thinking, they had no idea what they were missing. She was much better at sucking cock than Cathy was; she was better at it than any girl he'd ever had before.

'This girl could give lessons to a porn star on giving head!' he thought to himself as he pumped his hips forward and back.

She cupped his balls with her free hand and gently kneaded them as she continued sucking his cock. She sighed softly as she felt his balls tense and started stroking the shaft more quickly. At the same time she opened her throat and followed her hand down to the base of his cock with her mouth with each stroke. She released her hand from the shaft and then drove the length of his cock, right down to the root, to the back of her throat.

Mike had experienced deep throat once in his life with a girl from Quebec. Until that very moment, he had always considered French girls to be the undisputed queens of sucking cock. Melanie was now doing things to his cock he had never before experienced. What's more, she was enjoying every second of it.

She was moaning, sighing, cooing and groaning as she made love to his penis. Her nipples puckered and a thrill went straight to her pussy as the first spurt of cum spewed out of his cock. She groaned loudly as one gob of cum after another squirted onto her tongue and she puffed her cheeks out to ensure she could hold it all in. When she was sure no more cum would dribble out of his softening cock she sat up and smiled at Mike, making sure he could watch her as she swallowed it.